“It was easy to get them to come home with me. At the promise of a knot, they were like putty in my hands. It made it even sweeter to watch their flesh cut beneath my knife. Do you know I thought of you each time I did it?”
I swallow bile at his words, needing to breathe deeply through my nose to not make a mess of myself.
“I was picky with my selections. Not too tall, not too short. Long brown hair, the perfect kind to wrap my fist in as I had my way with their bodies.”
He snaps out of whatever dreamland he had drifted off too and closes the distance between us.
I do my best to cover a whimper as Scott grips my chin in his hand, squeezing tightly and wrenches my head up to look at him.
“I could never find anyone with the same eyes as yours though. The kind that lures a man to his death. So fucking pretty.”
I haven’t allowed myself to give his candor any more time than I did on that first day. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. Because I know, without a doubt, if I hadnt have fucked up the day I tried to kill him, those Omegas would still be alive.
The next time I take my role as the Grim Reaper, I refuse to allow any mistakes.
No, the next time that I take the steps of removing the scum from this earth, I will be through. Now that I have seen what Scott is capable of, I can’t allow him to continue breathing.
He needs to be eradicated.
As another day comes to an end, I tuck Amity and Makari in the makeshift nest that I built for us. Originally, I had hesitated at doing something so Omega-coded, but I needed some kind of comfort, especially now that the bond between Olis and I refuses to quieten.
His emotions are like a thunderstorm in my chest. I can feel his frustration, anger and heartbreak. I want nothing more than to kill Scott and get back to my pack but I can’t be too hasty.
Sighing, I sink into the small nest and close my eyes. Finding that spot that I have come so familiar with these past weeks, I tug on it. Opening my mind up, I call down the bond.
The feeling of shock and disbelief from Olis hits me square in the chest. I hold my breath as I wait for him to respond or give me some kind of acknowledgement that it wasn’t just a coincidence.
Baby?
I choke on a sob as the sound of Olis’ honeyed voice echoes in my head.
Oh my god! It worked! I can hear you!
Relief floods into me as the connection between Olis and I grows. I can’t stop the tears from flowing now.
Shh, my love. I am here now. Are you okay? Is Amity okay?
I can feel the bated breath he holds, waiting for me to reply.
We are both okay. There’s a lot that I have learnt since Scott took me.
I can feel the growl he releases.
You have a lot to fill me in on, Omega.His words are strained and straight to the point but I can’t blame him. If he was being held by a psychotic murderous ex, I would have burned the world down by now.
I mentally nod. Remembering that I need to warn my Alphas of who exactly we are dealing with. I fill in Olis on as much as I can, not leaving out anything. I won’t let my Alphas walk into a gun fight with knives.
Got it. Hang tight my sweet Omega. We are coming.
I breathe a sigh of relief. While I wasn’t counting on Olis, Vic and Cal saving me, it eases me to know that I will have back-up when the time is right.
It's hard to remember that I’m not alone in this anymore. That I have people that I can trust and lean on. That if I needed them to fight for me, they would in a heartbeat.
Olis and I continue to talk for the rest of the night. We talk about everything and nothing all at once.
For the first time since I was taken, I feel hope.
Since breaking through the blockade in our mind and being able to finally mind-link each other, Olis and I—along with the help of Vic and Cal—work out a plan to extract us.
